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  DOUBLE TREBLE

  A Twin Rockstar Romance

  Nikki Wild

  Contents

  1. Aidan

  2. Phoenix

  3. Dylan

  4. Phoenix

  5. Phoenix

  6. Aiden

  7. Dylan

  8. Phoenix

  9. Phoenix

  10. Phoenix

  11. Phoenix

  12. Phoenix

  13. Dylan

  14. Phoenix

  15. Aiden

  16. Phoenix

  17. Phoenix

  18. Phoenix

  19. Dylan

  20. Phoenix

  21. Phoenix

  22. Phoenix

  23. Dylan

  24. Phoenix

  25. Dylan

  26. Phoenix

  27. Phoenix

  28. Dylan

  29. Phoenix

  30. Aiden

  31. Aiden

  32. Phoenix

  33. Phoenix

  34. Dylan

  35. Nicole

  36. Phoenix

  37. Dylan

  Rock Hard

  NIKKI WILD

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  NIKKI WILD

  BONUS: Illicit Behavior

  NIKKI WILD

  1. ILLICIT BEHAVIOR

  2. Angel

  3. Trent

  4. Angel

  5. Trent

  6. Angel

  7. Trent

  8. Angel

  9. Trent

  10. Angel

  11. Trent

  12. Angel

  13. Trent

  14. Angel

  15. Trent

  16. Angel

  17. Trent

  18. Angel

  19. Trent

  20. Angel

  21. Trent

  22. Angel

  23. Trent

  24. Angel

  25. Trent

  26. Angel

  27. Trent

  28. Angel

  29. Trent

  30. Angel

  31. Trent

  32. Angel

  33. Trent

  34. Angel

  35. Trent

  36. Angel

  37. One Year Later

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  NIKKI WILD

  BONUS: Saved by the Bad Boy

  Mailing List

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Epilogue

  Mailing List

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  Bonus: Pride and Pregnancy

  Author’s Note

  1. Sarah

  2. Sarah

  3. Sarah

  4. Hunter

  5. Hunter

  6. Sarah

  7. Hunter

  8. Hunter

  9. Hunter

  10. Sarah

  11. Hunter

  12. Hunter

  13. Sarah

  14. Hunter

  15. Sarah

  16. Hunter

  17. Sarah

  18. Hunter

  19. Hunter

  20. Sarah

  21. Sarah

  22. Sarah

  23. Hunter

  Mailing List

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  Novels by Nikki Wild

  Bonus: Taming Grizz

  Mailing List

  Prologue

  1. Grizz

  2. Grizz

  3. Kate

  4. Grizz

  5. Grizz

  6. Kate

  7. Kate

  8. Grizz

  9. Kate

  10. Grizz

  11. Kate

  12. Grizz

  13. Kate

  14. Grizz

  15. Kate

  16. Kate

  17. Mudflap

  18. Kate

  19. Grizz

  20. Kate

  21. Grizz

  22. Grizz

  23. Kate

  24. Grizz

  25. Kate

  26. Grizz

  27. Mudflap

  28. Kate

  29. Grizz

  30. Kate

  31. Grizz

  Epilogue

  Mailing List

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  The first Surprise? RUNNING GAME!

  By Nikki Wild

  Mailing List

  Prologue

  1. JESSE ‘COLORADO’ COLLINS

  2. MAISEY

  3. JESSE

  4. MAISEY

  5. JESSE

  6. MAISEY

  7. JESSE

  8. MAISEY

  9. JESSE

  10. MAISEY

  11. JESSE

  12. MAISEY

  13. JESSE

  14. MAISEY

  15. JESSE

  16. MAISEY

  17. JESSE

  18. MAISEY

  19. JESSE

  20. MAISEY

  21. JESSE

  22. MAISEY

  23. JESSE

  24. MAISEY

  25. JESSE

  26. MAISEY

  27. JESSE

  28. MAISEY

  29. JESSE

  30. MAISEY

  31. JESSE

  32. MAISEY

  33. JESSE

  34. MAISEY

  35. JESSE

  36. MAISEY

  37. JESSE

  38. MAISEY

  39. JESSE

  40. MAISEY

  41. JESSE

  42. MAISEY

  43. Maisey

  THE FINAL SURPRISE! You’ve just found MALICE!

  1. Troy

  2. Riley

  3. Troy

  4. Riley

  5. Troy

  6. Riley

  7. Troy

  8. Riley

  9. Troy

  10. Riley

  11. Troy

  12. Riley

  13. Troy

  14. Riley

  15. Troy

  16. Riley

  17. Troy

  18. Riley

  19. Troy

  20. Riley


  21. Troy

  22. Riley

  23. Troy

  24. Riley

  25. Troy

  26. Riley

  27. Troy

  28. Riley

  29. Troy

  30. Riley

  31. Troy

  32. Riley

  33. Troy

  34. Riley

  Aidan

  The venue had been packed, the crowd had been enthusiastic as hell, and the backstage after-party was just the right mixture of drunken, highly exclusive, and packed with hot, willing groupies.

  It had been a great fucking night.

  The icing on top of the goddamn cake was the white-hot pair of beautiful twin sisters that Dylan and I had brought to our private back room.

  I didn’t remember their names.

  Did that even matter?

  But what did matter was how incredible they were at giving great head. Oh, it had been nothing to serenade these chicks. Two intensely fuckable redheads with lustfully green eyes, skin pale as bone, both the spitting image of each other…

  Just like Dylan and me.

  My brother groaned as WhatsHerFace #2 sucked him down, her head bobbing and moaning between his knees. He settled back into his seat, his face calm as always when he was in the middle of an explicit sex act.

  Me? Not me.

  I was all fire, baby.

  My attention was all focused on my flavor of the night, WhatsHerFace #1. My fingers curled into that thick, curly hair of hers like gripping onto reins. I grit my teeth, bucking my hips into her mouth.

  The girls knew what they were gonna get when we all paired off. Anyone who partied with the Carpenter Twins quickly spotted the differences.

  I was fire, and he was water.

  The girls I burned through every night on this tour loved the passion. Each of them craved knowing that she was the one to make me rock-hard, that she was the girl who had gotten me to a mind-blowing orgasm. Like a goddamn wildfire I blazed through them all, one tree after another used up and left in my wake.

  But for the moments we were together, the fire was alive, it was unquenchable, and it roared between our sweating, shifting bodies. These women threw themselves at me to bask in my heat, and hot damn did they love it.

  Dylan was the soft one. The poor guy was all about the love. Claimed to feel a “real connection” with the chicks, even if it was just for a night. He loved that shit. Thrived on it. While I left marks on these chicks that seared down to their souls, he nurtured them all through the act.

  He liked vanilla.

  I liked spice.

  These two sisters were capable of both. I reached for the sheath of condoms, tossing Dylan a stray one as I ripped my own off the strip. Tearing the wrapper with my teeth, I handed the rubber ring to her.

  “You know what to do.”

  And by God, did she.

  The chick placed it to her lips, sucking it tight against her mouth before descending down around my cock. I felt her sheath my hard erection with her lips as I pushed in, opening the condom over it.

  Dylan, however, chose to slip it on himself a little awkwardly, then grabbed his designated fuck’s face in both hands and planted a heavy kiss on her lips.

  We were just pulling the chicks into our laps, getting ready for some paired twins action when I heard a commotion outside.

  “Ignore it,” I ordered them.

  The girls were sliding along our cocks, teasing themselves without pushing us into their soaked bodies when there was suddenly a banging at the door.

  “Not the time!” I snarled offhandedly.

  “Aiden! Dylan! It’s serious!”

  A low growl left my lips. It was Trevor, the backup guitarist of our rock band, Decadent Desires.

  I turned to Dylan.

  “Did you remember to lock the–”

  Apparently not, given the sound of our bandmate barging into the room. Trevor stood in the doorway, blocking some of the light. With a tall, tennis player build and decked out in his trademark punk anarchist threads, he was quite obviously racked with concern.

  Great.

  Just fucking great.

  “Bit busy, asshole,” I snapped as the twins recoiled back at the sight of him. We’d had so little time with the room that the four of us still had some of our clothes on.

  “It’s Alex,” he groaned.

  “You’ve got five seconds before I–”

  Trevor didn’t back down. “Dude, Alex fucking passed out. He’s not breathing. I can’t wake him up.”

  “Stay here,” I commanded the twin sisters as they struggled to keep their bare breasts covered with their discarded shirts.

  “There’s something else you need to know,” Trevor shook his head angrily. “Alex has track marks in his arm. He’s been using again.”

  I shared a look with Dylan.

  We jumped up, pulling our jeans up and buckling our belts. He turned to the girls.

  “Actually, I think you’d better get going.”

  They glanced at each other bitterly, reluctant to miss out on what was supposed to have been a hot fucking night. They weren’t the only ones who were pissed.

  “Now!” I snapped.

  The girls quickly scooped up their shit and bolted. The one who had been ready to fuck my twin brother paused long enough to say, “I hope he’s alright.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Dylan muttered.

  “Whatever,” I grumbled.

  Trevor led us to the main party room, where Alex, sure as shit, was passed out flat on the fucking ground. Our godsend tour manager Jeremy was performing CPR on him.

  Carter, our dreadlocked drummer and the final piece of our merry little band, was on the phone with 911.

  Jeremy checked Alex’s chest and sighed, standing up. “He’s breathing again.”

  “Trevor mentioned track marks,” I grunted, gazing down at our stupid fucking mess of a bassist.

  Our manager pointed to Alex’s sprawled arm. “See for yourself, kid. Ain’t lookin’ too good from where I’m standing.”

  Dropping to a knee, I whipped out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Holding his forearm up, I saw a few telltale punctures in the crook of his arm. I pocketed my phone, swearing under my breath.

  His arm dropped uselessly to the ground.

  “Son of a bitch,” I growled, rising up to my full stance. Everyone who had been partying in here, all the VIP folk, had been brushed outside to clear the area.

  It was just the five of us in here.

  Plus our apparently junkie bandmate.

  I had a zero tolerance policy for this shit. Sex and rock n’ roll was a fantastic mix, but fuck drugs. Drugs killed rock stars. The last thing I wanted was the dead weight of an addict in my close circle.

  “He’s a liability now,” I snarled.

  “He’s our friend,” Dylan replied. “We’ve gotta get him some help. You know that he needs it, dude. Look at him.”

  A bitter scoff skipped past my lips. “Toss this piece of shit on the fucking street where he belongs. He ain’t a part of this band anymore. Not like this.”

  “No,” Dylan insisted, daring to challenge me. “Alex is gonna need a hospital. Rehab. The works.”

  “Not up for discussion,” Carter called out from nearby, hand held over his phone mic. “They’re gonna be here any second to wheel him off for treatment.”

  I glanced down at our bassist and sighed heavily. This was a fucking nightmare. We only had two more weeks on this goddamn tour, and word had slipped down the grapevine that a strong career move was coming our way.

  In the form of an interested record exec at an upcoming show, no less.

  “Fucking perfect timing,” I scowled down at our comatose bassist. “Thanks a lot.”

  The mop-up was quick. In and out in under ten minutes. The ambulance pulled up, a few first responders checked his signs and, and he was quickly wheeled out on his back and sent on his way.

  Reluctantly, I followed the others into the ban
d van and tailed the ambulance towards the local hospital.

  “We’re gonna need a new bassist,” I groaned when we were finally sitting in the waiting area. “Where the hell are we going to find someone who can play, handle a stage, and knows our songs to fill his filthy boots… in, what, three fucking days?”

  Jeremy shook his head.

  “You let me take care of that part of things,” he told us. “Let’s just hope Alex pulls through. When he wakes up, we’ll send him into rehab and start cleaning up this mess.”

  “You think this is gonna work out?” Dylan asked hopefully. “You think you can pull a rabbit out of a hat on this one?”

  “Make sure the goddamn rabbit can play bass,” I scowled angrily.

  “I’ve made crazier things happen,” he reminded us. “Hell, with a little bit of luck, we might come out ahead on this one.”

  “You know something...” Carter spoke up.

  I liked Carter. He was insightful. He noticed things that the rest of us didn’t. That was convenient to have, and he’d steered us clear of a few mistakes before.

  But don’t let his quiet, brooding nature fool you: our quiet drummer was a wild, chaotic mess up on that stage. We even called him Octopus sometimes. After all, he played like he had eight drumsticks, and the whipping dreads spraying a sea of sweat everywhere really completed the look.

  Jeremy chuckled lightly. “Don’t hold me to anything yet. I might have a solution to this mess, but I’ll need a couple of days first.” He turned towards the door, his smile dropping. “Watch him. Grab me if anything changes.”

  “And where are you going? I demanded.

  Our tour manager whipped out his phone and started walking down the hall. “I’ve got some phone calls to make…”

  Phoenix

  I woke up on the couch with a start. Netflix was still playing on the television as I fumbled around under my cushions for my phone. It was only then that I remembered it had broken, so I angrily jumped up and looked at the kitchen clock. Seeing the time sent a jolt of panic through my system.

  Shit.

  I’m fucking late!

  Bolting straight to the bathroom mirror, I knew that I needed to ballpark the damage.

  Thick bedhead? Check.

  Smeared makeup? Check.

  Looking like a shower-adverse hobo? Check.

  I didn’t have a lot of time, so I quickly hopped in the shower, blow-dried my thick red hair, and applied the barest and quickest makeup that I could scrap together.

  Five minutes later, I was flying out of my apartment complex at breakneck speed, cursing my superpower of falling asleep at the worst possible times. I didn’t have a way of calling her to let her know I was running late, and I bitterly scowled at myself in the rearview mirror.

  I hadn’t even been that tired.